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There ain't switching no sides
Turned your album off cause it ain't doing shit for my vibe
Niggas wake up in the morning and go pick a disguise
We be on Kenmare
Scrolling through the Michelin Guide
Even though I ain't the richest of guys
I check my bank account expecting all the digits to rise
Can't be too quick to decide
Don't let the truth be a hit to your pride
You ain't a boss you be asking for permission to slide
I got a gift that make it feel like Saint Nicholas died
A little frankincense and gold and the ribbon was tied
I'm still moving out of kindness
Though it isn't as wise
Cause in the end I'm still feeling like a villain inside
They showing out but we didn't subscribe
Me in the flesh
On the eve of my death I need my rib to survive
On my worst days shorty got me feeling alive
Feel like I'm looking at Aaliyah through Timbaland's eyes
For real
I can't thank you how you thank me
Plenty seats around the table and you drank free
I'm already who they told me that I can't be
Word to the letters in my chain stitch Yankee
I can't thank you how you thank me
Plenty seats around the table and you drank free
I'm already who they told me that I can't be
Word to the letters on my chain stitch
I don't second guess nothing if I jot it I said it
They take hand outs and act like they got it on merit
Gave them chance after chance
Now I gotta go dead it
Niggas never appreciate shit Yachty I get it
They said André moving funny then they got it from Eric
How I make your life a movie and I'm not in the credits
How the fuck I get dropped from the edits
I be confused
Pocket watching niggas clocking my deposits and debits
Bitch I'm bankroll fresh
You ain't about to find a crease on me
Make them move around like I had a lease on me
Walk in smelling like I got a leaf on me
Got me on Neptune like I had Kelis on me